Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

After reading it, Lin Hun put the letter away.

He pointed at the table and said:

"Excuse me! Please help me write a letter."

However, the one who came this time was not the messenger who always wrote letters for Lin Hun and cared about Lin Hun.

Instead, it was a relatively young messenger.

"I am coming, I am coming, wait a moment."

"It sounds like this is not the messenger I knew before. I want to ask him to write for me. He always wrote for me before, and he knows the names I mentioned."

Lin Hun said.

If a new person comes to write for me, he has to say the name again.

The person who is familiar with me can naturally write directly.

The messenger on the opposite side heard Lin Hun's words and said impatiently:

"You are talking about Xiao Jin, right? The Xiao Jin who always said that you are blind and it is not easy.

He died. He finally got a trick and a trick source three days ago, and died when he was fusing the trick source.

When he was alive, he often said how difficult it was for you to be born blind.

He was not destined to become a trick cultivator, and he spent all his family wealth and ended up with nothing.

Well, his wife came to collect his body and is transporting it out."

Dead? !

Died from fusing the trick source.

Lin Hun was silent.

It turned out that the kind-hearted messenger who liked to cheer him up and live a good life was dead.

Lin Hun did not have a deep friendship with this messenger named Jin.

On weekdays, Lin Hun just paid and the messenger Jin wrote for him.

They were not even close friends.

I didn't expect that he died for fusing the trick source.

"You didn't have the fate to become a treacherous cultivator, but you still wanted to fight for it.

Not only did you risk your life, but you also left behind an orphan and a widow. How pitiful."

Five or six people walked out of the post station, two old men, a woman and two children.

The old man was carrying a big bamboo basket.

In the bamboo basket was a person wrapped in white cloth. That person should be the dead Jin Post Envoy.

These people were all the relatives of Jin Post Envoy. They were in tears. After all, the old people sent the young people away.

They carried the body of Jin Post Envoy and left the post station.

There was not even an extra postman to see them off.

Jin Post Envoy's family walked silently behind Lin Hun.

The two children even smiled at Lin Hun.

How could the children know that they would no longer have a father to love them from now on.

The sufferings of this world have opened a door for them.

Lin Hun sat there quietly without saying a word.

"He died from the fusion of the strange source, not in the line of duty. He doesn't even have a pension. This family will have a hard time in Hanhai City in the future.

Hey, do you still need a ghostwriter?"

The new postman asked Lin Hun impatiently.

Lin Hun nodded and said, "Of course, continue."

"Hurry up, Lao Jin is dead, and our post station has no new people. There are too many people."

Lin Hun naturally would not argue with this impolite postman.

He said carefully:

"Uncle Zhao, I have been here for one year, seven months and nineteen days, and I have gradually adapted to the rhythm here."

"The steward Jin Ziyi of the Hanhai City Rebirth House takes good care of me. Except for work arrangements, he basically doesn't look for me at other times.

So I have enough time to rest, and you don't need to worry about my health. But you should pay extra attention to rest, after all, age is not forgiving.

Don't mention buying a wife in your next letter. I have decided to live alone.

Bai Zu is destined to be a lowly person, and I don't want my child to suffer with me after birth. I insist on this matter, and your advice is useless."

At this point, Lin Hun paused and thought.

The postman wrote for Lin Hun, and when he heard Lin Hun say that he wanted to be alone, he paused slightly.

There was an obvious sneer on his face, bullying Lin Hun, who couldn't see it, and he kept sneering.

And his handwriting was ugly, far worse than the previous Jin postman.

"Mom, where's my dad? My daughter is hungry. Let's go home for dinner, shall we?"

The three-year-old daughter of the Jin postman wiped her snot bubbles and shook her mother's clothes before she had gone far away.

The little girl's grandparents and her mother heard what the child said.

After taking a look at the body in the bamboo basket, the adults couldn't help crying.

The wife of the Jin postman couldn't help it and squatted on the side of the road and cried loudly.

"Hey, are you still writing..."

The postman asked impatiently.

Lin Hun stood up and grabbed the letter written by the postman and crumpled it into a ball.

Then he turned around and left.

This made the postman angry.

He pinched his waist, pointed at Lin Hun and cursed:

"You, a lowly blind dog, dare to act in front of me, leave a tael of silver for the writing fee!"

Lin HunHe was upset because of the death of the Golden Postman today and the idiotic behavior of the new Postman.

Hearing the Postman's words, Lin Hun stopped.

He took a deep breath.

He teleported in front of the Postman.

He raised his hand and slapped him with a "slap".

Lin Hun only used one hundred thousandth of his strength, otherwise the strength he released casually would be enough to make his brain burst.

"Puff..."

The Postman was slapped away by Lin Hun, and several of his teeth flew out.

"You... you... blind man... is a strange cultivator..."

The Postman suddenly woke up. He must be a strange cultivator to have such skills.

I didn't expect that an inconspicuous blind man was also a strange cultivator.

He wanted to curse, but he obviously didn't dare to say another word.

In Dayu, strange cultivators have a pivotal position and are the main force of Dayu to protect the human race.

This strange cultivator was only a warrior, so he naturally knew the importance of strange cultivators.

He covered his swollen face and looked at Lin Hun with gritted teeth.

Lin Hun teleported in front of him and looked at him coldly.

He said slowly:

"If I hear the word 'blind man' again, you won't be able to keep all your teeth."

The messenger faced Lin Hun as if he was facing the most terrifying weird in the world.

The terrifying aura emanating from Lin Hun made him mistakenly think that Lin Hun was a weird who wanted to eat him.

"Yes... yes, sir... sir, spare my life... I won't dare to do it again..."

Lin Hun dealt with this messenger who had no idea of ​​death.

He was no longer in the mood to write a letter and left the post station immediately.

The messenger said flatteringly behind Lin Hun:

"Sir, I will write for you in the future, and I won't charge you for it..."

"No need, I won't ask you to write for me again."

"Sir, I'm doing it for free, why not?"

"Because your mouth stinks."

...

Lin Hun brought some snacks, fruits, and liquor and came to the cemetery outside Hanhai City alone.

It's best not to deal with living people when you're in a bad mood.

Every once in a while, Lin Hun would come to the cemetery to chat with Li Jing, drink, and talk about what happened in Hanhai City recently.

Rustle...

The gravekeeper was cleaning the cemetery.

Seeing Lin Hun coming, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, but soon disappeared and he continued to sweep the floor with his head down.